Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 49, Number 233, Decatur, Adams County, 3 October 1951 — Page 4

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Two men met death ala road j > . crossing in Alien 'Sdunty, near ? New Haven, Our highways should ■? not be death traps and if crossings < are properly marked, observance of the warnings will dp much towards avoidance of these heart- f breaking tragedies. ' o—-o- — \ . South Dakota ' has a singular k claim to fame. State taxep have been .reduced by eight million dollars in thecoyote state, levies to * pay the soldiers’ bonus having , been removed. A better sales argument to move there will have to be given, for we prpfer Indiana in October; even’though the legls- ■■ lature is in session. . -o . . O— The serious illness of' Charles ; H. Houck, (ormer resident of thfs county and a leading architect ih ; the state, causes anxiety among his many friends. \Mr. Houck is a patient in the Columbia City hospital, being moved there from his home *at Tri Lakes. He is favorably remembered here as the . architect for the Adams County which was bu lt in 1943 } and the designer of other public buildings in this area.. —• —o- —o►—-V I The congregation of the Beulah Chapel Mey»od.jst..chur :h, west of > Decatur, in Kirkjand township, is without a house of worship, their \ frame church being destroyed by ’ fire while Divine services were beinfc'held last Sunday. Fortunately none of the congregation was 'inJiUCd iji the conflagration which Wijkiy swept’ through the dry timbers. The loss to the congrcjNkfton may exceed $35,000,' bulrif it is determined that the Chapel -. * . ■* spould be rebuilt, we feel confithat a helping hand will .be. to the organization in -"restoring their house of Beulah Chapel has been a landmark in the Kirkland township -area for many years. ,

Thumb-Sucking Can Push Teeth Out Os Line

can blame the mother i! who is confused as to deal i with the problem of; thumb-suck* l fnp. On the one hand, many. psy* Vhiatrists warn.that any attempt to break the child of this habit i may / result in psychological frustration. Meanwhile, dpptists are often positive in their asserting of the risks involved in aljtywing the child to the pradjtice "tqo<long. ’■ J"*’ t " ' And the perplexed motlfer is left to decide whether to chance a dental deformity or an emotiojnal warping. Y bisinterested examination of this ‘ controversy leaves 1 i 111 e doubt that prolonged \4humb-. sucking can cause an abnormal development of either jaw or both. Teeth may be pushed opt >of alignment, and the palate also comes in for its share of misshaping. There is the added danger of promoting a habit of inoutty breathfng or that some speech defect will appear, since this difficulty 1 is found more often in thumb-suckers than in other children. On the other hand, there ia some evidence that over-strenu-ous efforts to break the habit do upset the child emotionally and are unsuccessful to boot.' In any case}, if the bafey is well fed and kept occupied, he will, ’ sooner or later, give up the habit of thumb-sucking. • . The mother should try to keep ihe baby’s bands busy. If the child gets, tires of one toy he. shouty be given something else to engage his fancy and occupy his hands. If the, thumb-sucking can be 1 stopped before the child reaches the age of four years. Usually no deformity occurs. A child should be ihetbt to feel that, he is loved and secure. Other

Korean Ribbon:— l Soon we may notice a new decoration among .the campaign ribbons worn by our servicemen and veterans.: A blue and white ribbon, representing ; the United Service Medal, has been issued by the United Nations in <!' recognition of the service of the J men of many nations who fought < in Korea. -> <\ The new ribbon which denotes service in Korea signifies other t things, too. It represents the | honor due to a group of men who fought against seemingly hopeless '* odds in the early y days of the Ko--1 rean campaign. It stands for their suffering in the winter cold. It J symbolizes the unity among peo- ' pie of many nations and tongues . who gathered in a common fight against aggression many miles • from their homelands. The blue j and white ribbon of the Korean campaign \can beiworn with special pride. The men who wear it have earned the gratitude and re- ' spect of all free men. ;• —o ——o —— - ■ "■ ’ ■ S Growing Visitors to Japan are impressed by the crowds in ,the Tokyo streets.! There is one simple explanation: the population of the ig increasing rapidly. In 1945 there were 72,400,000 Japa : ‘hese. Oply five years later their numbers had swelled to 83,800,000. ?' Half of this increase came from Japanese cxpelledTrom China'and . Manchuria. But in 1950 there were a million and a half more births than deaths. Add to this a sudden decline in the death rate since the American occupation, with its stress on public.hygiend. .Still anot ner. noteworthy fact in . this connection is that the nunjber of Japanese under 20 today is 38,000,000,j which may have great significance in time to come. A nation whose population is so large and increasing' so .rapidly has, in spite of its recent overwhelming military defeats a great future. It will not be well to neglect Japan. It *vill ’ take more land to feed and accommodate her . people. ■ : t ; .

forms of treatment should be started only wltyn a child appears to be psychologically well-ad-justed and living in an environment which seems to be free from tension. In these cases, it would seem that thumb-sucking is merely a habit prolonged > beyond the need which originated' it. ’ Various methods of treating this condition have -been used, but most are rarely successful. The method of flaking the thumb out of ,the child’s mouth repeatedly belongs in this category. Many parents: .-attempt to fore? the child to sutjk his thumb until tiie child is eager to remove it from his mouth. This is best done in front of a mirror, and is only •successful in the older child. 111-tasting medicine locally applied to the thdmb may be effective in a few cases in younger children. Finger guards, braces gloves, closed sleeves and similar method is to prevent the habit should be used only on very young children, if at all, and even then they are usually not effective. In certain persistent cases, a devite known aS a non removable hayrack may prove effective. It is made up of a series of thin wires, which act as a fence to prevent fhumb-sufeking. It must be put into the mouth by a dentist; QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS M. M.: I have a feeling that I am drunk and hfive black spots in front of jny eyes. What could be die cause? . Answer: It may be that you are suffering from. some form of anemia, thyroid disturbance, or chronic infection; \ It would be advisable for you to have a thorough physical examination so that the exact cause may be found am) looper treatment instituted. : • T 7 r' / f \ -

20 Years Ago TODAY 0 i ■X"*" 11 o Del. 3., jl. L. Kraft Chicago will be a guest of honor here oh Dairy Day and will give a talk, |- Pupils of the. St. Joseph school will present a musical program in the school auditorium Sunday, October 11 at 8 p.m. The Lindberghs forced to leap from their plane Into the Yangtze river at Hankow, China, when their plane capsizes us they were taking off. The colonel rescued his wife and both are alright. Harry Martz of Kalamazoo, Mich., is looking for a room here to use four' months as an apple store. - Mr. and Mrs. George Laurent and Mr. and Mrs. Dick Heller motor to Bloomington tq attend the LU. vs Notre Dame football gapie. The Yellow Jackets are defeated by North Side of Fort Wayne, 53 to 6. One Minor Accident Reported- By Police City police investigated the minor accident which occurred when cars driven by Lester Milchel!, 516 Short street, and Chris Graft, 214 North Third, collided at the Ninth and Nuttman intersection. No damage to either car was reported. ( Suspends Drivers' Licenses For Pair Justice of the peachy Floyd Hunter Tuesday lifted the drivers’ of two youths when they pleaded guilty in court \to the charge ' of reckless Jn addition, the justice each of them $lO and ebsts. Carl Irwin, off this city, and Donald Bleeke, of route 3, were relieved of their licenses om charges of speeding neck-and-neck klong the Clem !Ak e Toad at 70 miles an hour. They were apprehended over the weekend by sheriff Bob Shraluka, who gave chase to the youths andnabbed them inside tjhe Dectur city limits.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE A LITTLE noise at the back of the Fowler house made Sue look sharply at Eden. They both stood motionless, waiting. Then a figure appeared in the outer dimness of the halt Sue exploded, ‘•Well?’* \ Ellen Fowler moved hesitantly into the light. She looked confused, startled, disarranged. She looked dowdy and dirty, Eden was ing"Well?” Sue barked again, “we’ve been having you paged all over this state, Ellen. You'd better call a taxi and hurry to the hospital or you might not see your mother alive.” Eden cried compassionately, “Oh, Sue," seeing the girl’s drained and terrified face. “Your mother is much 'worse, Ellen. They took her away at seven o’clock. Ruh up and smooth your hair„ and I’ll go to the hospital with you." ; Ellen stood stunned. “But why did they take her away?” she said awkwardly. \ “They took her away tn a coma,” snapped Sue. "You had mighty 1111 Fe consideration for your father, disappearing like ttys when they are in such trouble.” "But he .. ■» but Papa .. ." Ellen still looked vague, puzzled. “Hd had no idea where you were.” Sue was ruthless/ "Eden and I have been stalling off your friends for hours, telling them you were Upstairs utterly prostrated.” Eden urged, "Hurry, Ellen! ,I’ll call a taxi.” Ellen turned gropingly toward the stairs. As she passed out of sight Sue let out an Indignant snort. “Did you see that? A raincoat—and she was carrying a cushion!" "Let’s not discuss it. Sue," Eden pleaded. "I’ll go with her — and then I’ll go home? It’s almost 11 o’clock.” In Ellen’s room a few touches of brightness relieved the' heaviness that invested the rest of the house. Ellen was sitting oh the edge of the’ bed in a sort of stunned numbness. Eden stopped at the door and •aid kindly, “You’d better hurry, my dear." a ; ' ' Ellen nodded, got up, swayinga little as though she were very tired. "I won’t change my dress. I'll just put on another coat,” she said dully. "This one got dusty. They never sweep the seats over there—" “Were you at a football game? Were they playing today?" “Oh. no—just practice. 1 got cold sitting there, and he didn’t come back. They had to leave for Louisiana tonight and he’d forgotten to tell me. Sometimes we go and get hamburgers and coffee, and then we ride the bus. I rode on the bus alone tonight I can think on the bus. I was trying to make up my mind.” "Your father was so worried.” Eden suggested. She waited while Ellen brushed her hair. - "But he knows where X go,” . ... - -- . ’ - -! - - —* — -

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Ellen protested. "He can’t help me any, but he understands.” [ "Being a parent can be a sort of heartbreak, Ellen,” Eden said. . "Papa knows how terribly I love, Tony.” Ellen startled the other woman with stark frankness., "And; of course It’s really no use, at ail. I know it’s no use—but I have to & 0 -” •; ; “And does it help—hiding on the bus,? Does he want to manly you?" "Oh, no, Tony doesn’t want to marry at all — not for years, he says. And I know •It but I can’t seem to stop.‘We don’t always ride on the bus,she admitted with the same bleak candor. Eden felt a wave of sick fury. What was Mac Fowler thinking of, not to take better care of his daughter? > \ "We’d better go,” she said stiffly. "Your mother is a very sick woman. You must think about her now.” ( “Oh, I do!” It was almost a moan. “But it’s all so hopeless?’’ Ellen’s face\ was V wooden, her movements lurching and mechanical as she went down the stairs ahead of Eden. Sue had her hat and cape on and stood waiting. “1 locked everVthing,” she said. "We won't trouble you, Sue. It’s late. We'll take the taxi.” "I won’t come in,” Eden said at the hospital entrance. "Telephone me, Ellens if there is anything j I can do to help.” Ellen nodded dully and mounted the long flight of steps. , | Eden gave the taxi driver het Durham Street address. 1 The driver was uncertain of the route and she had to direct him- “ Turn here, lady?” he asked. “Yes, turn here.” Then she caught her breath. They were passing Laura’s apartment, and on the second floor a light showed in Laura’s window. She noted the light only briefly because shewa? looking at the car parked by the curb,'Harrison’s car. « I•• • • Laura drew her gloves through her hands over and over. She was perched on the arm of a chair in Eden’s bedroom, her toes barely touching the floor, her eyes wide and,with a small hot flame of angej- and confusion burning in them. "Os course there’s no use telling you that you’re being absurd about this whole thing," she said impatiently. "You’ve got your mind made up and you’re convinced that you're betrayed and have a grievance. I’ve told you that Harrison came to my apartment last night all shot to pieces. I don’t know what had happened. I didn’t inquire." H ; Eden went oh folding garments, her face averted, ner shoulders hostile. "I’m not taking any legal action, Laura,” she said coldly. “I’m not setting Harrison free sb he can turn to you for consolation. You needn’t be uneasy for fear I’ll name you.” "Oh, tripe!” snapped Laura dis-

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gustedly. "I think this whole business is simply an excuse for you, Eden. You've been waiting all along for something to happen that you could distort into justification for doing what you’ve had in your mind all along to do. You wanted an escape, because you’re tbo selfish and cowardly to stick to Harrison when he’s in deep trouble." Eden turned a livid face. "1 suppose you’re going to stand there, Laura, and go on pretending you don’t know that Harrison has been in love with you tor a long time. I was too blind to see it at first, but my eyes were opened.” Laura's eyes blazed. The blood of Black Fete dallagher had not all been lost when red Carolina soil covered him. “That’s about as rotten a lie as anyone could invent!" she “You’re not only \ lying to me, you’re lying to yourself, Eden Blayde. You let your husband down when he needed encouragement, and now you’re trying to purge your soul by shifting the blame to me‘."i "1 really don’t blame you," Eden declared with no apparent emotion. •garrison is an attractive persob in his way* He has proved that beyond a certain adolescent sort of limit he hasn’t any outstanding capabilities, but he does have an appealing charm-” Laura got up and walked to the door. There was a taut vibrancy about her small body that made her look a little like a jetty bee. Her blue eyes biased. \ “In iny opinion, Harrison blundered into his troubles by straining every nerve and exploiting every possibility to give you far more than you’re worth! I suppose you know he may stand to lose his business—or at least control of it. Personally I don’t trust Ramsay Iglehart an inch.” "How nice he had you to confide in{” Eden remarked. "I wouldn’t know about Harrison’s troubles — not any more. |He hot only has lost all apparent interest in me or in my welfare and happiness but he has stopped telling me anything whatever." "When a man stops telling his wife his troubles it’s because he knows she has stopped listening.” "You would, naturally, be an expert on domestic Catastrophes of that sort,” Eden jibed nastily. "There's no parallel, as you know quite well. My husband told me that he didn’t want me. Harrison needs you. Anne needs you and so does Deke.- They need the Eden t you used to be — not this frigid thing you’vq become.” Eden snipped down the lid of a Suitcase. "I think We have nothing to discuss, Laura. I’m taking myself out of Harrison's life for a while to give him time and opportunity to decide whether he wants to bo on being married to me 01 not!” ; Laura shrugged a shoulder, gave her hat a savage jerk and went swiftly down the sairs. (To Be

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He took her elbow and steered her into the building. The elevator girl stared at her. “My goodness, Mrs. Blayde, did you get hurt?” ' \ ' “Just a small hurt,” Eliot answered for her. ‘’SHe’ll be all right preseritly." . * He took the key and unlocked the apartment door. He lifted Laura’s hat from her head, took the fur scarf and hung it carefully over a chair. “I’ll make you some coffee," he said. “Lean back and put your feet up." . “No, no,” Laura cried hastily. "Stay here. Talk tq me. I don’t want to cry again." “All right* He pulled a small chair \ around, straddled it and leaned nis elbows ion the back. "You cry again.” “I saw a woman who reminded me of my mother,” explained Laura hoarsely. “After . . . other things, it did for me, Jim. This ts the second time thi my life I’ve gone, to pieces like this. The first time was when my father died." So she had not cried ° v er John Blayde Bhot nodded. ’How long since you've seen your mother?" “Almost twenty-one years.” “That," he observed, "should be remedied, I’d think. How long since yop had a vacation?" She puckered her brow. “Why, I’ve had some long weekends." “Where does your mother live?" he asked. "In a little town in South Carolina, a dreary little town, a town called Maxville. Nothing there but shabby little houses and a cotton mill” p “In the town where I grew up there was nothing but shabby little houses and three, saloons, and one store where yoy could buy a saddle or a wopan’s hat or a can of baking powder." j She pushed back her hair and smoothed , the rumpled collar of her blouse. *1 have to go back to work," she said. He got to his feet “No.” He was blunt. •

“You’re tired," be argued. “You’re going to pack some clothes and go to see your mother. While you’re down there you’re going to decide that you’ve been tearing youpself to bits and wrecking your future falling , in love with the wrong man, and you’re going to devote a few thoughts and some eflfort to falling in love with me." She stared at him aghast. "Jim!" "L" he went on, striding the length of the room, “was not born blind. Lknew there somebody —it was in your eyes, in your voice—you revealed a little and withheld too much. Tve seen his car parked outside here. I’ve seen you look at him. It’s no good, Laura. I You know it’s no good.

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This morning I filed petition for a divorce. It will be routine business only. It won’t Jake very long. When it's over I’ll come down there and bring you back.” “But, Jim, that would be no good either I I’m older . . . I’m shopworn . . men have made pasmos at me . ...” She was crying again and he was no help. He grinned at her, his white teeth bright lathe dark enigma of nis face. “Age," he said, "was invented by stujpid people who have to draw lines and make symbols and coukit on their fingers. I spent half alifetime behind barbed wire. It didn’t break me because I saw life whole." ■ j ■; "Jim ... I can’t ... it wouldn’t Work ..." , ■ ’ , “Os course it would iyork. Have you got enough money? YoU’d better fly to Columbia. I’ll telephone for a reservation and take you to the airport. Call up your office and them you’ve had hervous collapse. Tell them anything, but get away!” “Jim, Harrison said . . . about Anne . . z

"If we had a house it would be nice to have Anne around, now and then, don't you think? Anne’s a good kid. She’s a little like you, Laura—except that you’re very much younger... definitely younger, not by calendars but by the reckoning of clever people liko me. You’re the youngest thing alive—and Frn the oldest. Call your office now." Mechanically she moved 4 her hand toward the telephone. Tears still stoqp in her eyes, her chin was still uncertain. Finders poised above the dial, she turned a grave face on him. ’'You left out something, Jim. You didn’t say you „ loved me.” 'J He; took the instrument out of her hand, said curtly, "What’s the numb|er T I haven’t said I love you. I woh’t say it till I drive up to your mother’s gate in South Carolina. If I’m not free I shan’t say it then, Laura. Never, till I’m free. That’s how preoious you are to me." She gave him the number, and when he had an answer he handed back the phone.. \ ( i "I’m standing right here," he reminded her. "No stalling! No accepting excuses! You’re threatened with a breakdown.”’ "Jim-—" she held her hand on the transmitter — "Eden's leaving. Harrison is tn trouble . . .” "A nervous breakdown," he repeated stubbornly. "At this minute I’d give it as my expert opinion that your sanity is threatened. Talk to the man, Laura. Firmly." “You’re a bully /’.she whimpered, but she obeyed him. • _ (To Be CpntinuedJ i (